looking inside me lately is scary.
the things i want are simple.
i don't know why i complicate everything.
i just get so lost.
and i worry about right and wrong.
and what God wants me to do.
and whether i just don't listen.
or if life is really just about living it.
you know? and loving. and peace. and stuff.
could it be as simple as i want it to be?
like paint on my hands and hot cups of tea.
leaves the color of fire around my feet and being held in
these arms that don't let go and remind me of Love
how it's meant to be. and this voice that keeps telling
me i'm doing...ok. just fine. just live, dear. it says.